After a dawn weakened by my melancholy after a sad covered by the threatening clouds the sunset sheds its sorrow on the fields like a river which takes its spring in the marshes of war or close to the ocean with the multiple blood reflections
There where the sun sinks and dies I run on the hills but the red spere escapes once again !
So the colour of joy disappears sorrow comes towards me
Just a small door is opened in the immensity of the heavy skies which lets in at last some rays of dim light
But this lone door closes alas ! Hunting thus the slightest hope and on my trickling face the bloody god leaves slowly each tears of my life flows at night in my melancholy Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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